Page 33 of Bones

I gasp for air, desperate for breath and he moves his lips along my jaw and down my neck. Licking and biting and sucking until my knees turn to jelly and his embrace is the only reason I’m not crumpled on the floor. My heart is a battering ram against my breast bone, like it’s determined to beat through me and take up residence inside him. My sinuses burn as the emotion I feel starts to overwhelm me.

“I love you,” I breathe out, letting my head fall back as his teeth scrape over my collar bone through the thin material of my shirt.

Bones stills. He lifts his head until our eyes meet. There’s a ferocity in his eyes that makes my blood race.

“Say it again.” His demand is a growl. Goosebumps flow over my body, leaving over-sensitive skin in its wake.

I wrap my arms around his neck, curling my fingers through the dark hair at his nape. “I love you.”

There’s a moment of silence that stretches between us. The silence is thick, like the seconds after a scream where the ghost of the sound echoes in the air. Time returns with a frenzy as I’m flying through the air. I land with an oomph, the air rushing from my chest, as I bounce on the mattress. Bones, that same frenzied expression, looms over me at the edge. His chest heaves, like a predator who’s chased down his prey and finally has her cornered.

“I need to taste you.” The words are deeper, reminiscent of when he’d claimed me in his true form.

I capture my lower lip between my teeth and give a nod. Then he’s on me, tearing at my jeans, ripping them down my legs. My panties, too, are shredded. A moment later, the rough, warm wetness of his tongue delves into the very center of me.

The sensation is so powerful, the pleasure so overwhelming, that it’s as if he’s electrocuted me.

“Holy shit!” I exclaim, my hands digging into the mattress to anchor me.

I lift my head, needing to see him between my thighs. He’s looking at me, those bronze eyes watching me intensely. He dips his head, his tongue stroking through my folds, his focus never leaving mine. The intimacy of his stare makes me want to close my legs, but the feel of his tongue makes me want to open them further.

“I’m going to fucking eat you alive,” he murmurs.

Then his mouth is back on me and the sensations are so intense that my head drops back and a wail leaves my throat.

He eats at me like he’s starving, like he needs the taste of me more than the air in his lungs. One hand slides up my belly and under my shirt. He cups my left breast, his thumb circling and then scraping over my nipple. The sensation zings down to the bundle of nerves his mouth is assaulting.

“Yes!” I gasp. “Bones, yes, yes, please.”

I’m not even sure what I’m asking him for. For him to stop? For him to never stop? To keep doing exactly what he’s doing?

“I fucking love how you taste.”

His tongue finds that spot that makes my hips buck and he stays there, lashing over it until stars burst behind my closed eyes.

“Bones, oh God, please, yes, there. Don’t stop.”

The words come from me, but I have no idea what I’m saying. All I can do is feel.

“Bones,” I gasp, needing to see him. To reach him.

When I lift my head again, he’s still looking at me. His gaze is molten bronze and he’s watching me, a predator focused on his prey. The intensity in his gaze is almost enough to send me over the edge, but I can’t let go. Not yet. I want this to last forever, the feeling of being consumed by him, the sensation of his mouth on me.

As if he knows, as if he can sense what I need, his tongue slides into me. My inner muscles clench around it, trying to hold him, keep him inside.

“Please,” I beg.

My eyes are wet, and tears slide down the side of my face and into my hair.

He gives a hum and the sound reverberates through me. His hand leaves my breast and slides down between us, his long fingers finding the spot his mouth was torturing only moments before. He presses and rolls his thumb in time with the thrusts of his tongue.

“I can’t...,” I gasp, my chest so tight I can’t breathe.

“You can,” he growls against me.

The words, the vibration, his touch and his mouth are too much. It’s all too much. I can’t hold it back anymore.

“Bones!” I shout his name as the pleasure erupts. My entire body arches off the bed, every muscle tight. Then I shatter.

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